He pulls out and lines up to my ass, thick head nudging against me, and slides in slowly, letting me feel every inch. It’s too much and exactly enough; the burn blooms into pleasure so intense my eyes water. When he bottoms out we both still, breathing hard, his chest pressed to my back, lips at my ear.
“God, your body is made for me,” he whispers, voice shaking. “Feel how deep I am? All the way in your ass… You take me so fucking perfect.”
“Go,” I beg. “Please move, Rafe.”
He does, long, deep strokes that drag over every nerve until I’m shaking. His hand snakes around to circle my clit and the dual sensation shatters me. I come hard, clenching around him, pussy and ass both spasming while he keeps fucking me through it.
“God, yes—milk my cock just like that,” he groans. “So tight when you come, Riley. Fucking heaven.” And then he’s coming with a broken groan, pulsing heat inside me while I cling to him.
He stays buried deep, chest pressed to my back, both of us trembling. The fire pops a few times and he presses a kiss to the tender spot between my shoulder blades before pulling out.
I'm completely limp, nothing but a puddle on the floor next to the fire where my skin glistens with sweat and Rafe curls around me, brushing hair out of my face.
"I'm gonna make a way, okay? You’re gonna see your family…"
I have no doubt in my mind that I will. Not a single lingering hint of mistrust.
Rafe keeps his promises.
I just hope he cleared this with Sal.
24
RAFE
Riley's body slides out from under the sheets, and I feel the mattress dip as she tries to ease away without waking me. My hand shoots out and catches her wrist before she can stand.
"Where you going?" I ask, still halfway asleep and barely coherent enough to speak.
Her skin is warm under my fingers as she leans back and kisses me softly. "I was going to make coffee."
"Stay," I tell her, but she still backs away.
"Rafe—"
"Stay," I repeat, and I pull her back toward me. She resists for half a second, then relents, sliding back under the sheets and turning to face me. Her hair is tangled from sleep, and her eyes are still heavy with exhaustion, but she's still just as beautiful as ever. I look forward to waking up to her face like this every morning.
"You're not usually this clingy," she mumbles as she snuggles closer and I feel the chill of her toes on my legs.
"I'm not usually watching the woman I love try to sneak out of bed."
Her expression softens, and she reaches up to brush her fingers through my hair. "I wasn't sneaking. I was just trying not to wake you."
"Well, you failed." I tighten my arms around her and sigh contentedly, then close my eyes and think about drifting back to sleep, but the image of Riley standing by Feodor's car like she was preparing to run keeps popping into my head.
I've thought about it a dozen ways and it always comes down to the same question. "Why didn't you run?"
She pulls away so that she can look up at me and says, "What?" The chasm her shift created between us is painfully cold.
"Yesterday, you had Feodor's keys and the door was open. You could've left, and I never would have caught you in time. So why didn't you?"
Her face pales slightly, and I see the realization dawn in her eyes. "You saw that?"
"Yeah, on the home security cameras, I watched the whole thing."
She looks away, and I watch her throat work as she swallows. "I stood there for five minutes trying to convince myself to get in that car."
"But you didn't."
